Today on the 8:25 am Q from 7th Ave, Brooklyn:
1. Pole hugger - On a rush hour train!
2. Stroller (no! illegal!?) with psycho child
3. The above causing the illusion of space and lots of pushing and doors closing into people who refuse to step aside - so we don't leave right away to say the least.
4. Crazy giant umbrella swinger on the way up the stairs at 14th St. Watch out!
The above mentioned pole hugger was really, really hugging the pole - this was not a lean, it was an embrace. In my mind I am saying, "how can this be happening?" Then I realized he was reading from a prayer book and praying. Oh. Shut me up. Except that's still no excuse for pole hugging, am I right? There is NO excuse for pole hugging. You can do it on a 3am local E train back to Queens, but that's about it. You can even lay down on that train, really.
The stroller lady was feeding her kid crackers with peanut butter. Smelled real good. But, I guess he wasn't interested because he proceeded to scream and run around between people's legs and throw himself and his sticky peanut butter fingers onto the door and cry. Good morning to you, too.
So I moved to another pole cluster as best I could. But then, of course, the person who I had been standing over got up at DeKalb and some random chick got to sit down. Should have been me. Should have been me. Wait, is "should've" not a word? Spell check underlines it and I refuse to use improper spelling or grammar on a blog!
Looking forward to this weekend when every train I need is running on another train's track.
"Train's" is not a word? Spell check is crazy.
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no—I am sorry, but prayer is NEVER an excuse for pole-hugging on a rush-hour train!! i'm sure this god-loving individual could just as easily have prayed with one hand wrapped around the pole as opposed to his entire body. no, no, no.
and—oh, god—i had a stroller lady on my morning train too, wtf?! luckily her baby was not psycho, and was, in fact, sleeping. but still, one of the stroller wheels was directly in front of my feet and i had to maneuver my legs in a way that was unnatural and uncomfortable, when there was plenty space to move the stroller over to the other side a little bit. maybe the joys of motherhood had clouded her senses or something, but come on. what is wrong with people.
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